“Yeah,” she answers. “Let’s make hay while the sun shines. Literally.”
We take a table nearest the door, and the server appears almost immediately.
“Hi, guys!” She flicks her blond braid over her shoulder, placing a menu down in front of each of us. “I’m Lena, your server today. Would you like to hear the specials?”
“Sure,” I say.
At the same time, Lavender says, “No, thanks.”
The woman’s lashes flutter, her hand briefly touching my shoulder. “Looks like this one is all for you, big boy.”
“Oh, that’s nice,” Lavender answers, piqued. I bite the corner of my mouth, my eyes not once moving from Lavender’s narrowed gaze as Lena relays the café’s offerings. Thisisa first. Jealousy. It looks good on her. Feels good on me.
“I thought she was going to sit on your lap,” she mutters as Lena moves on, giving us a few minutes to examine the menu.
“She’s just being friendly.”
“Yes. Friendly.” My wife’s brows lower to a shelf. “Her boobs were certainly very friendly.”
“Were they?”
She huffs, her lips puckering unhappily. “It’s not like you could miss melons like that. I remember you have a thing for pigtails.”
“That sounds like an accusation.” And I sound amused.
“In Gibraltar. You said I’d look good in pigtails.”
“On our wedding day, your hair was braided. I watched you as you took it down. You didn’t see me, but I saw you with pigtails for less than a minute. It was long enough to tell you looked good. You could be bald and wearing a wheat sack, and I’d still be into you,” I admit in a low rumble. “Your melons are the only ones I’m interested in. And just to be sure, I’m talking about your tits.”
“A bit louder, please?” she murmurs as her cheeks turn pink. “The man at the counter inside didn’t quite hear.”
“Your tits.” My voice drops as I reach across the table for her hand. “Your tits are like peaches.”
“Thanks very much,” she retorts as she tries to pull away.
“Sweet and ripe and so fucking delicious. Your tits are a perfect handful. That I get to stick my cock between them and fuck them is both an honor and a privilege.”
“You actually like that?” she asks, canting her head.
“What’s not to like? The visual is insane, and when you suck the head—”
“I bet I look like I have a double chin.”
“You look fantastic, and your tits are phenomenal whether I’m fucking them or not.”
“Have you guys had time to decide?” Lena suddenly appears by my side.
“My tits are phenomenal.”
“I’m s-sorry?” the poor server stutters.
“My tips are phenomenal,” Lavender says without missing a beat. “I givereallygood tips.”
“Really good,” I agree with a grin.
“For good service,” Lavender adds.
“Cool.” The woman nods, surely not convinced
